Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's we all know this, so let's not worry about legits and get on with the story! Get it? Got? Good!
A/N: Yay more Mallie goodness! This is going to jump a few months for a reason. BUt the time line will slow after this. I hope.
Mark's POV
Ok, I'm sitting in my damn hotel room, alone. I should be with Callie, making love to her and talking to her belly. But no, I'm stuck alone because Cristina has me on probation if you will. I call over to their apartment and Cristina gives me the run down before she allows me to speak to her. Not to mention tonight is their once a week movie night. The past 2 months have been great, but Cristina is still a pain in my ass. What else can I do to make her see that I'm sorry? I've jumped through every loop, every obstacle but she still thinks I'm scum. I can understand I guess. She's watching out for her friend. This sucks. I need to figure out something to do. First off, I need to get Callie out of that apartment. I need to surprise her too. I grab my laptop and begin a search for a place. I have enough money to have one built but I don't have the time. I search for what seems to be forever, flipping mindlessly through the numerous pages of houses in Seattle. I smile widely as I come across the perfect place. It's fully furnished, which makes things easier, but I'm sure Callie will want things her way. I need to call Derek. He can help me. I pick up my phone and call him.
"Hello?" he says from the other end.
"Derek, it's Mark. I need your help with something. Can you meet me in an hour at Joe's?" I ask.
"Mark, what are you up to?" he asks.
"You'll see. Can you meet me or not?"
"Yes, I'm off now anyway. So much for sleeping." He says, sarcastically.
"Thanks." I said, closing my phone. I shut the laptop after writing down the address and the phone number to the real estate agent. I jump in the shower to get ready to meet Derek.
Derek walked into Joe's, yawning. It wasn't unusual for him to be here after work but he had been on call and he was exhausted. He looked up at Joe and nodded to him. Joe nodded back and then pointed to a booth where Mark was sitting. Derek sighed and walked to the table and laughed at the sight before him. Mark was sitting at the table flipping through a baby furniture book.
"Well that's something I thought I'd never see. Mark Sloan looking at baby stuff in a bar of all places." He said, sitting down. Mark looked up and him and rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. I need your help with something. I'm looking at a house and I want you to see it before I buy it. I'm looking at this stuff because I want a nursery completed before Callie sees it." He explained, looking up from the magazine. Derek had his arms folded and he was smirking.
"What?" Mark asked, defensively. Derek started to laugh and took the book from him, flipping through it himself.
"Nothing. You're changed and for the better. Of course I'll help. Just be sure you make the nursery a neutral color. Meredith told me about all the pink you bought. What if it's a boy?" he asked. Mark shook his head and stole the book back.
"It's not. It's a girl. She's my little girl and will remain a girl until I'm told otherwise. But I had already decided to go neutral, cause some of the nicest things I want in there are a dark wood." He explained, as he pointed to the book. He showed Derek a dark sleigh styled crib and the matching furniture. Derek nodded and smiled.
"Ok, well then let's get out of here and check this out. You're determined to this dad thing right aren't you?" he asked, standing from his seat. Mark nodded and stood as well.
"You have no idea, how excited I am about this baby. I love Callie so much and I want this to work. So yes, I'm determined to do it right. I need to be a better father to my child than my dad was to me." He explained, putting his jacket on. He paid the tab on the one drink he had ordered and left with Derek.
Callie and Cristina were on the couch of the apartment, a bowl of popcorn between the as they watched 'Underworld: Evolution.' They had just finished the first installment of the series and decided to go ahead and finish. Callie had her legs curled under her, with a pillow behind her back. Cristina had her legs thrown of the arm, and her head lying on a pillow just beside the popcorn. Callie had to move her hair several times from the bowl, before she forced her to put it up in a ponytail. Cristina complained about it but Callie just reminded her that she didn't really need hair in her popcorn. Callie had her hands resting on her baby bump that she swore grew over night.
Once the movie had gone to a spot where neither woman was interested, Callie turned her hear to Cristina.
"Hey, what's your middle name? You know mine so it's only fair that I know yours. You wouldn't know mine if it wasn't for my dumb ass ex husband." she said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. Cristina looked up at her and chuckled.
"I don't blame you for hating your middle name. Hell I'd hate my whole name if it were Calliope Iphegenia. Mine's not too bad. Cristina Anne. My dad named me. Cristina after his sister who died when she was little and Anne after my grandmother. She died before I was born. She never to to meet me, so my dad thought it best to name me after her. So how long did it actually take you to learn to spell your name? Let alone say it?" she replied, sitting up and tucking her legs under her. Callie rolled her eyes and thought for a moment.
"Umm, I think I was 4 before I was able to completely say my name. Thank god my oldest brother, Nicky shortened it to Callie. He told my parents they were stupid for naming me Calliope. He always called my baby Callie, or his Callie. To him I was his little baby doll." Callie explained, letting out a big yawn.
"Oldest? How many siblings do you have?"
"3 older brothers. Nikoli is 38, Alejandro is 36, Jamie is 34 and then there's me at 32."
"Damn, your parents were busy. You're the only girl? No wonder you're such a bad ass." Cristina said, laughing. Callie threw a pillow at her.
"That's right. And don't forget it. I can kick your little pampered butt anyday, pregnant or not."
"Hey I'm not the only papmered one here. I think you may actually have more money thatn I do."
"I know I do. My father owns a hell of a lot. I could get away with murder and people wouldn't think twice about it." she explained. Cristina rolled her eyes and grabbed a handful of popcorn. The bowl was still pretty full.
"Would you eat some of this? I feel like a pig." she said, but Callie just shook her head.
"I can't, I'm sick again. I swear this kid is sucking everything out of me. I guess that's what happens when you carry Mark Sloan's kid." she said, smiling. Cristina spit her popcorn across the room, in laughter.
"That's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Callie I have a question." she said, turning to her.
"Shoot."
"Do twins run in your family?"
"Yeah, my dad is a twin. Why?"
"Callie, you have a medical degree and I'm sure you spent your fair share in gynie before you chose ortho. Think about it. Increased, nausea, you spend more time in the bathroom than I do sucking up to Hahn. Your just about 12, 13 weeks and you look nearly 5 months pregnant." she explaiuned, looking at Callie, hoping she would catch on.
"Holy shit!" she said, clasping her hands to her mouth. Callie got up and ran into the bathroom. She threw up what little popcorn and water that was in her stomach. Cristina followed her in to the bathroom, and leaned against the sink, her arms folded across her chest. Callie flushed the toliet and wiped her mouth the the towel hanging by the sink.
"I can't be pregnant with twins. Can I? Holy hell. I need to find out. Come on. We're going to the hospital. I need to find out now. I can't wait until my next appointment to find out. I'll go insane." she said, getting up and grabbing Cristina by the arm and dragging her out of the bathroom. She sat down on the couch and put her shoes on.
"Ok, but who's doing the exam? Your OB isn't there. We all had today off remember? Except Meredith, Barbie, Bambi and Bailey." she asked, putting on her own shoes.
"You are."
"Oh no. I can't do that. I see enough of your nakedness, I don't need to see that too."
"Cristina, if you don't do it, you have to live with my pregnant girl flip outts for the next two weeks. That's when my next appointment is." Callie said, raising her eyebrow. Cristina opened her mouth to reply but Callie had her there.
"Damn it, I hate when you do that to me. Fine I'll do the exam. But you owe me." she said, sighing. Callie smiled and grabbed her jacket from the back of the couch.
"Thank you! I'll get you whatever you want I swear." she said, dragging Cristina out of the apartment.
Mark drove up the small path that lead to the house he wanted to show Derek. He heard Derek gasp at the size when the house came into veiw. Mark smiled and knew it was perfect.
"Do you need to see the rest or can I call and get the baby stuff in the house by tonight?" he asked, looking over at Derek.
"I don't need to see the rest. It's great. She'll love it. One question, how is this going to get you on Yang's good side? You're taking away her roommate." Derek asked.
"Already taken care of. You'll have to see that later."
"Dude, what are you up to?"
"You'll see."
"Ok." Derek replied and watched as Mark picked up his phone and dialed.
"Hello, this is Mark Sloan. I need the things I ordered delivered this afternoon. I sent the address with the order. Thank you." he said and then hung up.
"You already ordered it." Derek asked.
"Yeah, I knew the house was pefect. I need your to help with the baby stuff. Like I can put together a crib alone." he said, smirking.
"Why am I not surpised. I'll help." Derek replied as Mark shut off the car. THe two men walked up the stone sidewalk to the house and Mark pulled out the keys.
"You already bought it too?"
"Gulity"
"You've got it bad."
"I know, it's sad."
"No, it's great Mark. I'm glad to see you finally break your mold. Callie's a lucky girl."
"No I'm the lucky one." he said, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
Callie sat on the exam table, that she had to beg Bailey to let her have for a bit. She had to explain everything and Bailey finally let her have it, only if she was allowed to be there, in case Cristina needed help. Callie complied and it made Cristina feel a little better. She wasn't to thrilled about having to look at her roommate's parts. Cristina sat down on the stool and waited for Callie to put her legs into the stirrups. Cristina sighed then took a deep breath. Callie giggled a little.
"Shut up Iphegenia!"
"Hey don't call me that."
"I'll call you what I want, since you're forcing me to do this."
"Whatever."
"Good, now relax so I cant get this over with."
Callie relaxed and Cristina put the gel on the internal probe and then slowly inserted it. Callie moved back a little. She really hated this, but probably no more than Cristina. Miranda laughed at the banter between the two and then turned on the monitor. The heartbeat filled the room, and then the image of the baby appeared on the screen. Callie smiled and moved her hand to her belly. Cristina moved it a bit and the heart beat began to sound warbled and a second baby appeared on the screen.
"Ha, I was right. It is twins. See right there. There's one and there's the other. Damn girl they're identical. Good luck with that." she said. She made two stills, getting a good angle on both babies and then pulled out the probe. Callie put her legs down ad stared at the two pictures. She was carrying twins. Part of her was screaming with joy and the other was filled with panic. How would Mark react? She didn't think he would run. But she had no clue how he would react to the news of two children. She was pulled from reality when her phone began to ring. She sighed and took the phone from Miranda who was holding it out to her.
She held her finger to her lips when she saw the number.
"Hey, baby." she said, when she flipped it open.
"How are my two favorite people doing today?" he asked. Callie sighed. More like three, she thought. She wasn't going to tell him over the phone.
"We're fine. Just a little tired."
"Aww I'm sorry. Do you think, you and Cristina could meet me at the Archfield at 8?"
"Me and Cristina? I love you and all but I'm sure Cristina wouldn't be interested in a threesome."
"Calliope Torres! That's not what I meant, get your head out of the gutter."
"Well what do you expect from Mark Sloan's girlfriend and mother of his child?"
"Ok you have me there but seriously, can you?"
"Sure, but why?"
"You'll see. I gotta go. I love you Cal. BYe." he said, and hung up before Callie could reply. Callie pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it for a minute before flipping it shut.
"He's up to something and it involves the both of us." she said, to Cristina.
"Both? What do I have to do with anything?" she asked. Callie shrugged her shoulders.
"Ok, well I need the two of you out of here before the chief comes poking around here." Miranda chimed in. Callie nodded and hopped off the table. She grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to change.
Mark stood in the lobby of the Archfield, pacing the space between two oversized chairs. He glanced at his watch several times. His hear tbegan to beat rapidly as Callie walked through the doors, followed by Cristina. Callie looked amazing. The tight red shirt, hugged her breasts and belly perfectly. He notced that her hand remained close to her belly at all times, as if she were proctecting the baby from anything and everything. She walked closer to him and kissed him.
"Don't expect the same greeting from me." Cristina chimed in from behind Callie. Callie turned around and smacked Cristina on the arm.
"Shut up."
"Whatever Iphegenia."
"God, I'm going to kill George for broadcasting my middle name."
"You're middle name is Iphegenia?" Mark asked, smirking.
"Yes, and you say a word about it, I'll castrate you myself."
"I'm not going to say anything. I think it's cute."
Callie rolled her eyes.
"So what's so important that you had to interupt movie night?" she asked, tilting her head to one side.
"It's a surprise, but the both of you need to wear these." he said, pulling out two black blind folds. Callie and Cristina both groaned.
"Just do it."
"Fine." both women said in unison. Mark helped put the blindfolds on them and then led them to his car.
The rode in silence the whole trip to the house. Callie could smell the fresh air, and realized they weren't near the city. The sound of sea gulls signaled that they were near the water. When the car came to a stop, she didn't even bother trying to take the blindfold off. Mark smiled and helped both of them out of the car. He helped them up the steps and then led them in the house. He took their blindfolds off and both of the gasped.
"Mark? Did you..." Callie asked, her hands, over her mouth.
"Yes, it's mine, well ours if you move in. I bought it this after noon." he siad, leading her further into the house. The hardwood floors shone in the light of each room. The wood accents were gorgeous. It was perfect. Cristina just stood back, her arms folded across her chest. Callie turned around and saw her. Her smile faded when she saw that Cristina wasn't as happy as Callie was.
"Cris, what's wrong?"
"How am I supposed ot be happy about him takin my best friend away from me?" she asked. Callie turned to Mark and sighed.
"Well you can be happy that I'm not taking her away, because you see the guest house back there?" he said, pointing out a large aby window to the maching house in the back yard. Cristina nodded.
"That's yours if you want it. I knew Callie wouldn't come out here without you and I know how close the two of you are." he explained. Callie smiled wider and Cristina's smile finally appeared. Callie looked over to Cristina.
"Are you going to take it? Please take it. I love this house. And I can't leave you."
"Hell yes I'm taking it. That house is twice the size of the apartment. You don't think I'd let you just leave me there do you? I need my wifey, no matter how pregnant and stupid she is."
"Yes!" Callie squealed, wrapping her arms around Cristina.
"Get the hell off of me Iphegenia!"
"You love me."
"Whatever."
"You two have the weirdest friendship I've ever seen. Now come on just one more surprise." he said, taking Callie's hand and leading her up the stairs. He stopped in front of the only closed door. It had a huge pink ribbon on it. He slowly pushed it open to reveal the most beautiful nursery Callie had ever seen. The walls were yellow and the dark wood furniture was perfect. The browns, blues, greens and yellows of the room, made Callie's heart melt. It was very Callie. Her favorite thing was the retro look of everything. All of the linens, the mobil and accents had brown, blue and green circles, in varying sizes. It was perfect for a boy or girl.
"Mark it's perfect. But there's just one problem." she said, looking up at him. His smile faded and he looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
"We need more than this." she said, reaching into her pocket.
"More why? There's alread more than one baby would ever need." he explained.
"We're not having just one baby. I'm pregnant with twins, identical ones at that." she said, handing him the ultrasound. He took it and stared at it for a moment not speaking.
"Mark say something."
"Twins? We're having twins?" he asked, as a smile slowly appeared on his face.
"Are you deaf, I just said that." she said, sarcastically. Mark wraped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet and swung her around, kissing her.
Cristina watched from the door and smiled. Mark had more than made up for his earlier stunt.
"I take it you're happy about this?"
"Happy? I'm ecstatic! I'm going to be a father to two beautiful babies and their mother is moving in with me and I'm going to have the family I've always dreamed of. YOu've made me the happiest man in the world Callie." he said. Callie smiled and kissed him.
"Could you put me down now?" she asked.
"Oh, sorry. This isn't a problem. I'll just call and get another set of everything."
"Mark we don't need two of everything. Just another crib and changing table. They are identical so they can share the dresser. They will be the same sex." she explained.
"I know that. Two girls."
"You're set on the girl thing aren't you? What if they're boys."
"They aren't so stop. You're lucky I didn't do everything in pink."
"I would have shot you. I hate pink. The colors are perfect for either sex."
"I know but they are girls. They will remain girls until I'm proven wrong." he said, kissing her lips once more.
"You're aweful. But everything is perfect. And thank you for making it so Cristina could be here."
"You're welcom my love. I know how much your friendship with her means to you. I guess I'll jsut have to deal with sharing you."
"Damn right you will." Cristina said from the door. Callie peered around Mark and laughed at her.
"Shut up. I need a nick name for you since you're so hell bent on calling me Iphegenia for eternity."
"Damn straight I am."
"God you suck. I'll figure it out soon enough." Callie said, wrapping her arms aroudn Mark.
"It's perfect."
Mark turned his head to Cristina for a reaction. She gave him a tumbs up and then patted him on the shoulder.
"You're off the hook." she said, and turned around to go insepct her new home, leaving the two alone.
"Come on, lets go christen our new bed." he said, leading her to the master bedroom.
nursery - -
